Fourteen years ago in November, I was in Odisha when the cyclone hit the coast. Co-incidentally it was Durga Pooja even then. It was a surreal experience. Winds lashing at 118 miles an hour coupled with heavy rains. Water had filled into the flat that I was living in. Within hours we were disconnected from […]
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Author: Insia Dariwala
Unknot Your Life
It’s no secret, how over the course of time, we tend to do things we don’t want to, loved people who didn’t love us back, got betrayed, hurt, wounded, until the heart was shredded apart…all of these, making small knots on the fabric of our soul, serving us as reminders…reminders so that we never let […]
Second Helping Anyone?
There is an undeniable joy of digging into the sourness of mom’s pickles, or opening up a cookie box that instantly hauls you away to grandma’s kitchen. Their old aprons splattered with bits of food. Their warm hands feeding you love and leaving you full, with not just a buttery goodness, but also a lifetime […]
A Mouthful Of Italy!
Walking into Pizza Metro Pizza, felt like crossing a threshold of time. One step inside, and I was instantly transported to Italy. To my left was a vibrant mural of a busy, colourful Naples market, reminiscent of an Italy I only saw in films. The other walls were dotted with frames of Italy’s most popular comedian […]
The Gift Of A Name..
Realized yesterday, I speak to my pav wala, istri wala,paper wala,kachre wala, watchman almost everyday and yet I never ever asked them their names. Today I did, and they were so happy I did. I am happy too. Now I don’t need to address them by their professions; just as I would not like anyone […]
The Encounter
Eating the wind, I race through the night. My eyes, like a landmine… Deathbed for an unsuspecting insect, who just lost its way. I jostle with the cobbled roads, crater like pits, trying to suck me in… Their void, no less than mine. The road is now an abyss, and yet, you are all I […]
Two Grams Poorer…
Her eyes gleamed brighter than the pretty gold ring shining on her frail finger. She stared at it in shock and awe, examining her finger from different angles and muttering in utter excitement, “This is for me didi? Really! This gold ring is for me?” I nodded with affection, my mind still recoiling from the […]
Krishna Calling…
Lately, Lord Krishna is a regular visitor in my REM sleep. The other night he was standing on the ghats of Benares, mesmerizing all with his melodious flute. Our eyes met with an unexplainable longing . Slyly he beckoned me to walk down the steps with him. I followed- like a dog follows his master. […]
Cross Stitched Love..
The sun had begun to set on the horizon. Chanda’s frail arms could no longer carry the weight of Bablu. Cold and tired, she put him down on the cobbled pavement. The old mansion looked deserted. Chanda and her brothers huddled together to keep warm. “Will he come?” she wondered looking at the box in […]
Maa…
Your heart must have skipped a beat when you first heard my heartbeat, Your brow must have frowned. How couldn’t it? You had nothing You must have spent many sleepless nights But look Maa, today here I am. Maa… You held on to me in your womb, with all your might, When life was scarce, […]
India Bleeding…
And yet again in a case of sexual child abuse, a three-year-old girl is raped, by her FATHER. Not once, not twice but several times. And as if it was not enough that the child was violated by someone who created her, the police had to further add insult to the injury by conducting not […]
Squares And Circles
You know, I am tired of your excuses. Sorry just doesn’t cut it anymore. It’s like we are going around in circles. Squares. See? How juvenile. I am kidding…am sorry…I am really very sorry. Can you please be the man I imagined you to be? I swear I will try, but no guarantees. There were […]